The tribute; a miscellaneous volume, in prose and verse [by J. O'Leary].1833 |
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... thee not " Chaos is come again . " he pronounced it " chouse is come again . " As Mr. S. used generally leave some of the tradesmens ' bills behind him as remembrances ; whenever afterwards he came to Limerick , the announcement amongst ...
... thee not " Chaos is come again . " he pronounced it " chouse is come again . " As Mr. S. used generally leave some of the tradesmens ' bills behind him as remembrances ; whenever afterwards he came to Limerick , the announcement amongst ...
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... thee and thine ! Trust me , whate'er we may be told , Few things are better than old wine , When tasted with a friend that's old ; We're happy yet , and in our track , New pleasures though we may not find , There's still a joy in ...
... thee and thine ! Trust me , whate'er we may be told , Few things are better than old wine , When tasted with a friend that's old ; We're happy yet , and in our track , New pleasures though we may not find , There's still a joy in ...
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... thee To our lips of flame , If we could not sing thee ? Whiskey , drink divine ! Why should driv❜lers bore us With the praise of wine , Whilst we've thee before us ? Greek and Roman sung Chian and Falernian- Shall no harp be strung To ...
... thee To our lips of flame , If we could not sing thee ? Whiskey , drink divine ! Why should driv❜lers bore us With the praise of wine , Whilst we've thee before us ? Greek and Roman sung Chian and Falernian- Shall no harp be strung To ...
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... thee spirits . Whiskey , & c . Send it gaily round- Life would be no pleasure , If we had not found This enchanting treasure : - And , when tyrant death's Arrow shall trnsfix ye , Let your latest breaths Be , whiskey whiskey ! whiskey ...
... thee spirits . Whiskey , & c . Send it gaily round- Life would be no pleasure , If we had not found This enchanting treasure : - And , when tyrant death's Arrow shall trnsfix ye , Let your latest breaths Be , whiskey whiskey ! whiskey ...
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... thee ; Each wild wave that speeded our onward career , Was joy to my eye , and was song to my ear ; For it told me , once more thy fair form I should see ; Then Mary , where art thou , where art thou from me ? Where art thou ? where art ...
... thee ; Each wild wave that speeded our onward career , Was joy to my eye , and was song to my ear ; For it told me , once more thy fair form I should see ; Then Mary , where art thou , where art thou from me ? Where art thou ? where art ...
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Page 24 - ... in the very torrent, tempest, and (as I may say) whirlwind of your passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance, that may give it smoothness. O, it offends me to the soul, to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings...
Page 160 - List his discourse of war, and you shall hear A fearful battle render'd you in music : Turn him to any cause of policy, The Gordian knot of it he will unloose, Familiar as his garter...
Page 211 - Yes, I am proud; I must be proud to see Men not afraid of God afraid of me: Safe from the Bar, the Pulpit, and the Throne, Yet touched and shamed by ridicule alone.
Page 224 - Lines Written in Early Spring I HEARD a thousand blended notes, While in a grove I sate reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran; And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man. Through primrose tufts, in that green bower, The periwinkle trailed its wreaths; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes.
Page 30 - The noble sister of Poplicola, The moon of Rome ; chaste as the icicle That's curdled by the frost from purest snow, And hangs on Dian's temple This is no more than illustrating a quality of the mind, by comparing it with a sensible object.
Page 163 - Here's much to do with hate, but more with love. Why then, O brawling love! O loving hate! O anything, of nothing first create! O heavy lightness! serious vanity! Misshapen chaos of well-seeming forms! Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health! Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is This love feel I, that feel no love in this.
Page 105 - Too like the lightning that doth cease to be Ere one can say 'It lightens.' ' 149. Confusion. Ruin, destruction ; as in Macb. ii. 3. 71, iii. 5. 29, etc. The word is here a quadrisyllable. Gr. 479. Cf. patience, three lines below.
Page 223 - I loved Ophelia: forty thousand brothers Could not with all their quantity of love, Make up my sum.
Page 157 - A murderer and a villain ; A slave that is not twentieth part the tithe Of your precedent lord ; a vice of kings ; A cutpurse of the empire and the rule, That from a shelf the precious diadem stole, And put it in his pocket ! Queen. No more ! Ham. A king of shreds and patches, — Enter Ghost.
Page 199 - Gothic empire, be yet tumbling and tossing upon the bed of sickness, they cannot die ; nor is there any means of recovery for them but by ancient prudence, whence of necessity it must come to pass that this drug be better known. If France, Italy, and Spain were not all sick, all corrupted together, there would be none of them so; for the sick would not be able to withstand the sound, nor the sound to preserve their health, without curing of the sick. The first of these nations (which if you stay...